'A drop in the ocean
A change in the weather
I was praying that you and me might end up together
It's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert
But I'm holding you closer than most
Cos you are my Heaven'
Dean and Castiel stood, arms around each other, Cas' back pressed to the wall, clinging to each other tightly. Their eyes shut with Cas' forehead resting on Dean's shoulder, they were pressed as close to the other as they could, as though they were one person. Dean was murmuring soft words into Cas' ear.
They acted as though no one else was there, as though they were alone in the world. In reality, however, the room was full. People were rushing around, finding family members and loved ones, cleaning weapons, blocking the doors and windows, preparing for the next stage of the war they were in the middle of.
For Dean and Cas, time stood still. They didn't move. They barely thought. The only thing in their mind was the other person because, right now, that was all that mattered. People had died; it didn't matter. More would die; it didn't matter. They were in a war with Hell; it didn't matter.
If their home, if their world, was to be taken from them then they would treasure every moment with each other that they could.
"Don't let go." Cas whispered.
"Never." Dean replied.